Rubi Rose Ass Novels & Stories

Mikey pronounced the word slowly and couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the damning photo proof of his corpse. Russell’s bare ass sticking up and his pants caught around his ankles as his face planted beside his desk chair. Foam coating his mouth and pooling on the floor under his mouth as his face locked in the choking state as he’d struggled to breathe. His eyes were bugged out and his lips were blue under the bloody foam. Mikey figured he’d bitten his tongue at some point. “Rose is well and unharmed. Why did no one tell me about her?” An unfamiliar voice demanded over the line. The new wolf’s tone held a hint of annoyed anger.

Eliphas promised. “Come on and help me get some herbs. Although I have never dealt with something like this, I am confident that I will be able to help him recover.” Eliphas and Maya left the private chamber. Maya went to the garden to get the herbs while Eliphas went to get his spellbook. When Maya came back, she was shocked to see someone sitting beside Ashton with his head lowered. Looking at him up close, Maya realized that she knew the person. “Theo?” Maya called out with a trembling voice. ‘How did Ashton’s beta reach this place?’ Maya was puzzled in her mind as she hurried over.

“So smart of you to make the flower’s juice into a punch, Romaine.” Anaztasia praised. She then looked at Rozelyn. The latter seems to still be processing the current occurrence. “You’re quiet, Roz. Any problem?” The green-eyed vampire didn’t yield a voice or even a whisper for a minute. “I’m just discerning what the hell the black rose thingy has shown into my mind…” She answered suddenly, making Anaztasia wonder about her uncanny actions. “Avril’s currently looking for the person who has that flower,” Anaztasia declared as she calmly drank a glass of punch.

Should Rose help her step-mother or not? ***

Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth. This was no mere list of killers, but the most authentic and trustworthy assassin ranking in the world! All those on the list are the strongest and most renowned killers on the planet. Although there were only a few differences between nine and fourteen, the gap was actually quite considerable in reality. “How about counting me in?” Bloody Rose was a very sexy and voluptuous beauty, but as her name suggested, she was incredibly cruel and domineering at heart. “I want thirteen billion.” “You’re overstepping your boundaries, Bloody Rose.”

That night, Marcus jumped from the old Leedon Tower. The next morning, the headlines were filled with news of his suicide. Cecilia didn’t dare look at the gruesome photos. Lucas handled Marcus’s funeral arrangements. Across the entire city, every headline reported Marcus’s death. But there was one reason no one else knew. When Marcus died, he was still holding a vivid red rose in his hand. And Cecilia suddenly remembered something from when she was fifteen. “Marcus, what kind of flower do you think I’m like?” The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly.

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

She was really getting good at this assistant shit. Miss perfect ass finally stopped in front of a door, pulled out a key and opened the door. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, a waiter will be here soon to take your order, enjoy your stay Mr. Guerriero,” She held out a hand for a handshake and Rain almost laughed at the woman’s attempt to— “Thank you,” Alexander said as he took her hand and shook it. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses.

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.